Release Day Blitz ‘Chasing River’ by KA Tucker

The third book of the Burying Water series follows Jesse’s sister, Amber, as she goes to Ireland and finds something that she isn’t looking for, love. While the book deals with some of the same stuff that we’ve seen from the first two books, don’t expect this to be the same love story.

Blurb

Armed with two years’ worth of savings and the need to experience life outside the bubble of her Oregon small town, twenty-five-year old Amber Welles is prepared for anything. Except dying in Dublin. Had it not been for the bravery of a stranger, she might have. But he takes off before she has the chance to offer her gratitude.

Twenty-four-year-old River Delaney is rattled. No one was supposed to get hurt. But then that American tourist showed up. He couldn’t let her die, but he also couldn’t risk being identified at the scene—so, he ran. Back to his everyday life of running his family’s pub. Only, everyday life is getting more and more complicated, thanks to his brother, Aengus, and his criminal associations. When the American girl tracks River down, he quickly realizes how much he likes her, how wrong she is for him. And how dangerous it is to have her around. Chasing her off would be the smart move.

Maybe it’s because he saved her life, or maybe it’s because he’s completely different from everything she’s left behind, but Amber finds herself chasing after River Delaney. Amber isn’t the kind of girl to chase after anyone.

And River isn’t the kind of guy she’d want to catch.

Review

In this story we follow Jesse’s sister, Amber, as she goes on a four month tour of Europe and the surrounding countries. She has everything mapped out but what she didn’t plan was running into River Delaney. He crashes into her life and sends her vacation on roller coaster ride where she learns more about herself in one week then she did in her first twenty five years of living.

While this book doesn’t directly have to deal with the mafia that we met in the first book, that theme is still in the story. We get to learn about the IRA (Irish Republican Army) and how these kinds of wars are still waging in the world.

River is a good guy that is stuck behind his loyalty to his family and his brother. When he meets Amber, he starts to see the problem in ‘protecting’ Aegnus. Amber makes him see that sometimes protecting Aegnus he is causing more harm then good.

Amber really comes to her own in this story. We have met her in the first story and we see that she’s had a fairly sheltered life (which is both good and bad). She sees just how big and scary the world can be outside of Sisters, Oregon and not once did she think that she would fall in love with someone in Ireland.

The biggest thing to take away from this story is the relationship between River and Amber. They both were set in their ways, but meeting each other changed everything. They both get out of their comfort zones and take a chance on love. But of course they know it’s going to be short lived considering they live almost 5,000 miles apart. Is that far enough to keep true love apart?

The book dives deep into the history and the culture of Ireland that it was obvious from the get-go that Tucker had spent a lot of time here. The little details that she inserts into the story, like how River and Rowen call girls ‘birds’, really painted a picture for me. I was already in love with the idea of Ireland and learning about it’s culture and this book only intensified it.

For me, this book is perhaps my favorite in the series (at least so far). I felt a connection to Amber because I feel like I’m like her in a lot of ways and of course, her falling in love with an Irishmen helped. River is everything that you could hope for in love and add to the fact he’s Irish is just icing on the cake.

Rating: A

Excerpt

I inhale sharply, the air hissing through my gritted teeth. I watch him lay the long cylindrical tube down in the grass with careful movements and dread washes over me.

Jesus, Aengus. You’ve gone too far this time.

Hopping to his feet, he snatches up the satchel and charges toward me, his cell phone in his palm, his head revolving as he scans the emptiness around us. I square my shoulders and brace myself for a collision with his temper, as swift and nasty as a black adder’s bite.

“Are you insane?” I bark when he’s within easy earshot.

The glint in his eyes—the color of an overripe avocado, beginning to rot—would suggest exactly that.

“You said no one would get hurt.”

“Do you see anyone around to get hurt?” he snarls, continuing past me, punching keys into his phone. “You’ve got exactly sixty seconds to get the fuck out of here, River.” He takes off at a light jog, not waiting to see if I’ll follow.

Because I always have.

Oh, fuck me. A current of adrenaline shoots through my core. I glance down at my watch. One minute. Less, now. Fifty-five seconds, give or take. The muscles in my thighs twitch, ready to tear after Aengus because there’s nothing else for me to do. But a lot can happen in just sixty seconds. My conscience keeps me grounded, my wild eyes scouring the paths around me for signs of life. A jogger bobs along in the distance, so far away that I can’t be sure whether it’s male or female. Otherwise, I see no one.

I glance at my watch again, my heartbeat doing double time with each second that passes. Only forty-five remain before I look damn guilty to whoever finds me here. Unless I rat out Aengus— which will never happen—I’m as good as locked up for this.

I need to run.

Except . . . that perimeter set isn’t wide enough. If someone should come around the bend, cut across the field . . . But what can I do, really?

Thirty seconds. Beads of sweat trickle down my back. I need to get the hell out of here. Now.

I turn, intent on going back the way I came. But movement catches my eye and my stomach drops as I watch the very thing I just feared unravel before my eyes. A girl runs through the field, her attention alternating between her wrist and the unfolded map within her grip, her brow pulled tight with worry.

She’s clearly a tourist.

She’s clearly late for something.

And she’s heading directly into the blast radius of the pipe bomb that’s about to explode.

Born in small-town Ontario, K.A. Tucker published her first book at the age of six with the help of her elementary school librarian and a box of crayons. She currently resides in a quaint town outside of Toronto with her husband, two beautiful girls, and an exhausting brood of four-legged creatures.

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